"Let's go."
With no more ghosts to hinder them, Liu Feng drove smoothly back to Yunchuan.
…
Under Mo Lin's meticulous care, his ghost-infused ring was finally perfected.
The ring was jet black, and the once-crimson gemstone at its center had darkened into a deep obsidian.
Mo Lin slipped the ring onto his finger and examined it carefully—quite satisfactory.
Then, he released all the low-level ghosts he had previously captured, assigning them to reside within the ring.
Yin Xiaohua and her son were also placed within the ring.
There was a deliberate strategy behind Mo Lin's decision to house these lesser spirits in the ring—it was somewhat akin to raising gu, though without letting them slaughter each other.
Later, if any of these ghosts proved exceptional, Mo Lin could consider transferring them into the Ghost Suppression Codex.
Ghosts, after all, relied on ghostly energy to survive.
Mo Lin converted ten thousand underworld coins into ghost qi, infusing it into the ring as their source of sustenance.
That amount was sufficient to sustain them for three years within the ring.
The spirit-tamer community had been particularly lively as of late.
Mo Lin had taken to chatting frequently in the group, growing quite familiar with its members.
Lin Xi: "There's a meeting with the Zilong Society in a few days. Anyone want to come with me?"
Yun Ling: "I'll pass. I don't like dealing with those Zilong folks."
Feng Mingyu: "Yeah, same here."
Mo Lin was intrigued by the meeting and asked, "What's it about? Any perks?"
Lin Xi: "Just a casual gathering. No real benefits… unless you count the amazing food."
Yun Ling: "You're only going because of the food, aren't you?"
Lin Xi: "⁄(⁄⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄⁄)⁄… One of the chefs is from the national banquet team. I just want to taste his cooking."
Feng Mingyu: "→_→"
Lin Xi: "Mo Lin, want to come with me?"
Mo Lin: "Sure, I'd like to see how the national banquet dishes taste."
Feng Mingyu: "Uh… you sure you want to take him with you?"
Feng Mingyu had been texting from bed, but upon seeing Lin Xi's invitation to Mo Lin, she sat up in disbelief.
Lin Xi: "Yeah, why not? Is there a problem?"
Feng Mingyu: "Not really… I'm just worried your heart won't be able to handle the drama."
She knew Mo Lin's temper all too well—he never held back. If someone came at him with sarcasm or passive aggression, they'd definitely get put in their place.
And the Zilong Society? They thrived on veiled sarcasm.
Putting Mo Lin in the same room as them? That was like tossing oil on a fire.
Lin Xi: "It's just a meeting. What's so dramatic about that?"
Feng Mingyu: "o(╥﹏╥)o... Fine. You'll find out soon enough."
Lin Xi: "@Mo Lin, I'll let you know the date later."
Mo Lin: "Alright."
After a few brief messages, Mo Lin left the chat.
Recently, the group had posted a slew of ghost-hunting assignments—something Mo Lin was very interested in. He still needed to subdue five more ghosts for the Ghost Suppression Codex to unlock its tenfold income bonus.
But he wasn't about to rush. He didn't want to pad his numbers with worthless riffraff.
He aimed to capture powerful ghosts—or ones with unique abilities.
However, he'd already agreed to serve as a bodyguard for Fu Wansan for a day, so ghost hunting would have to wait.
Mo Lin carried a black bag, got in his car, and headed toward the Sifang Courtyard.
Fu Wansan was attending a trade meeting today, and Mo Lin was tasked with protecting him.
Upon arriving, a man in a black uniform came out to greet him and led him inside.
Fu Wansan wore a sleek black suit paired with polished leather shoes—dressed to impress.
"Brother Mo, you're here!" he greeted warmly.
"This is for you." Mo Lin handed him the black bag he'd prepared.
"What is it?" Fu Wansan asked, curiosity piqued as he opened the bag.
His pupils dilated, a look of disbelief spreading across his face.
Inside were ghost artifacts—no fewer than ten of them.
He picked one up at random.
A premium artifact, good for seven uses.
He grabbed another—also premium.
He started sifting through the bag faster.
Every single one of them—premium grade, seven uses.
"These… these…" Fu Wansan was utterly speechless.
How many days had it been?
Mo Lin had somehow managed to produce a whole collection of elite ghost artifacts. Fu Wansan found himself growing more and more curious about him.
Since when were premium ghost artifacts this easy to come by?
Had Mo Lin robbed a ghost vault?
Where did he even find all these?
Just one of these items could fetch an astronomical price.
And yet Mo Lin had tossed them all into an ordinary black bag—what a waste!
"Quick, put these away carefully!"
Fu Wansan treated them like priceless treasures, barking orders to his assistants.
"Be gentle! Don't scratch them," he cautioned.
A few young men handled the artifacts with extreme care, placing them into finely crafted boxes.
"Brother Mo, rest assured—I'll sell these for the best possible price," Fu Wansan pledged, pounding his chest.
With his sales channels, he could easily offload all of them in under two weeks.
"This is just a small portion," Mo Lin said casually. "I'll bring more in a few days."
"What?! You have more?" Fu Wansan exclaimed.
He had assumed this was Mo Lin's entire stock.
"How many more?" he asked, trying not to sound too eager.
"A dozen or so?" Mo Lin lowballed, worried that the truth might be too unbelievable.
"Wha—?"
Fu Wansan's expression began to contort.
Another dozen? Seriously?
These were premium ghost artifacts—not some weeds plucked off the roadside!
These were deadly, real-deal items of immense power.
When had they become as common as cabbages?
Why didn't he know about this?
Seeing Fu Wansan's shocked reaction, Mo Lin wondered if perhaps he'd undersold it.
"Actually, maybe twenty-something more," he added.
"Ah… ah… WOC…"
Even the ever-composed Fu Wansan couldn't help but let loose a vulgar outburst.
A dozen had already been outrageous.
Most spirit tamers couldn't even get one of these in their lifetime.
And Mo Lin?
He had twenty-something. Just like that.
The craziest part? He wasn't joking. Not even a hint of deception.